After Nick finishes his report and excuses himself from the celebratory atmosphere at the station he goes to the hospital and sits beside his Aunt Marie's bed.
Letting out a sigh as he reaches out with both hands and cups aunt Marie's left hand.
"There's so much I don't understand. There's so many things I need to ask you. Look, I love Juliette. I don't want anything to happen to her...and then there's this Mason kid who seems to have abilities and isn't like the wesen…Aunt Marie I need your help... I want to know, whatever it is I'm supposed to do, and I'll do it." Nick murmurs and looks up and sees the blonde woman from outside the jewelry store raising a syringe to inject something into his Aunt IV, she's dressed as a doctor.
"You." Nick softly shouts and reaches out grabbing her wrist, getting stabbed by and injected with whatever is in the syringe, Nick falls to the ground world spinning.
"HELP!" Nick shouts as he looks up at her from the ground.
The woman shifts her body to the side as she walks out of the room, disappearing as the doctors rush into the room.
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"You know you can eat meat around me…" Monroe says as I look at chicken wings another guy is eating longingly, while also looking at the menu, 'Ooo, Mozzarella sticks…'
"No, that wouldn't be right…." I say to Monroe and feel a little embarrassed for it Monroe tries not to make a deal of it but I can tell that he's reluctantly thankful for my reluctance to eat meat in front of him.
"Can I take your order now please?" Asks the voice from the drive thru menu.
"Yeah, you know my regular Cinnamon-Spice." Monroe says and I do a double take, 'Monroe visits the strip club so often they know his order…that well…that's just sad bro.'
"Yup, hey Monroe-roe, the usual of two mega veggie burgers with fries, and four large Mozzarella sticks with marinara sauce as mega sized curly fries, and a couple of cokes." Cinnamon-Spice, a rather chesty redhead that looks like Sophia Locke says with a smirk on her lips, the appearance of some kind of cat Wesen overlaying her features.
"And what about your handsome friend?"
"I'll take-" "He'll take two dozen everything-wings, and bring an extra marinara sauce for him to use, and a large blue cheese."
"Sure thing Roe-Roe…are you going to be requesting a private dance with me…later or is it going to be a tag team?" Cinnamon-Spice purrs like full on purrs and it's sexy as hell.
"Uhh probably not tonight…" Monroe looks a little embarrassed by her line of questioning.
As she walks away I smirk at Monroe, who groans in expectation, "Roe-Roe?" I ask questioningly.
"A guy gets lonely." Monroe says as he looks away embarrassed, 'Huh, I would have thought putting him and his wolf side at peace between one another would make Monroe less prone to weak instincts.'
"Hey, hey…I'm not judging but damn Cinnamon-Spice must be expensive, not that I doubt she's worth every single penny." I joke and Monroe chuckles and nods.
"Ehh, when you're alone for a while…well it seems worth more than what it costs." Monroe jokes, which makes me really consider his words.
"I can understand that... it's been way too damned long for me…as well, then again…any time…without some female companionship seems way too fucking long." I groan softly.
"Here's your order Roe-Roe…and you cutie…if Monroe isn't interested I'll give you a free… "dance" since it's your first time here…"
"Thank you for the offer, beautiful. But I've had a long day and night. I'm only interested in eating and then sleeping, maybe another time?"
She practically purrs at that and damned if it isn't attractive seeing the orange and light orange fur that kind of look like tiger stripes, combined with the sharp teeth and fangs.
"Okay, cutie come by anytime. Have a nice night, you two." She says to me and I smile at her.
"I hope that you have a nice night as well, Cinnamon." I say back to her and put my concentration into eating my, everything wings.
"So…what kind of Wesen is she? She looks like a tiger."
"Man, you have the worst table manners, I've ever seen everyone knows you finish your food first, before talking." I Monroe jokes before looking at me a little mortified.
"Finish your wings first then I'll explain." I nod while Monroe reaches out and grabs one of his cheese veggie burgers.
I make a small laughing noise in the back of my throat while feeling a little sheepish, 'Man he even sounds like grandma…'
Monroe suddenly shivers as if thinking about something unpleasant, I lift my head and raise an eyebrow at him questioningly.
"Thank you for this. You have no idea how strong the smell of blood, meat and Blutbad was back there…like I can't even put it into words the lingering scent of death, fear and pain of his victims." Monroe mutters as he shivers, "Sometimes I used to wish there was a cure for being a wesen…but now I feel like I'll never lose control unless I actively want to." Monroe murmurs softly almost like he doesn't want to talk about this.
I set down my finished wing, grab a napkin or three, wipe my hands and face off.
"As special as I am Monroe, I don't think I can truly understand what it is like to be you. I am happy that I was able to help you though…it may only be temporary."
Monroe lets out a short but loud bark of laughter, "I can tell that whatever you did is permanent at least what you made is, whether or not my inner wolf and I stay in sync is up to me and him. I'm also really glad you have been around…who knows what that Grimm could have gotten away with if you weren't. Though I have to ask, were you serious about suing the Portland city police department along with Nick and his partner?" Monroe asks me… and after a bit of thinking I find myself shaking my head no.
"I should and part of me really wants to just so that they can be made an example of, for not following proper police procedure. But I know why they did it and I also didn't want anything bad to happen to that little girl. And I wanted to help make sure she got back home safely, but unlike them I didn't go around attacking other people just because they live close to the park." I say after a few moments of consideration.
"Yeah, I just hope your tracking thing was right and that we led him to the right Blutbad…" Monroe mutters.
"Because I really do not want any more visits from a Grimm." Monroe continues a little softer and you can tell he is deeply unnerved even if he's tried to appear unflappable around the Grimm himself.
I almost laugh at the no more visits from the Grimm part, "Monroe…I think you just jinxed yourself…Nick is a stray puppy you just fed, I won't be surprised if he doesn't try to move in with you at some point." I bust Monroe's chops and almost laugh at how pale he gets.
"Th-thanks, thanks for that mental image of a puppy walking around my house threatening to cut off my head every few seconds with an axe." Monroe groans and the words slips unbidden from my lips.
"At least he's a cute puppy." Monroe looks at me with a bit of a put off expression.
'Oh god what did I just say?!'
"I mean I don't have a problem with it but…are you…I mean do you? God this is hard to ask."
I bust a gut at Monroe trying to ask me if I'm gay, "Monroe…I'm not gay." I say to him but then he looks over to where Cinnamon-Spice is stepping up to a pole.
Monroe opens his mouth and then slowly closes it, "Right…so how are your wings?" Monroe asks me and I chuckle.
"They're great actually." I praise the wings because they are very good and meaty. Monroe looks like he wants to say something but also doesn't want to pry.
[Everyone get ready for our star attraction, the beautiful and fiery flame dancer Ariel Dragonsblood.] An announcement sounds over a loud speaker.
I look to the main stage and my mouth hangs open, at the sight of Danielle Panabaker, long luscious red hair wearing a belly dancer outfit.
"Monroe what is she?" I ask my voice coming out sounding very distant as I can't take my eyes off of her.
Monroe chuckles, "She's a Dämonfeuer, I don't really know that much about them…there's not really all that many of them around anymore. They're kind of a throwback to the days of yore, you know? Knights in shining armor, from my understanding they come from a dragon-like lineage.""
"Wait, dragons are real? I thought they were mythological creatures?" I ask Monroe who gives me an, "are you stupid" look.
"Dragons are, Dämonfeuer's aren't." Monroe says to me and I'm a little thrown.
"That's kind of a relief!" I groan, and Monroe shoots me a smirk of a smile but doesn't say anything more about it.
I can't take my eyes off of her during her entire performance, and not because she goes top and bottomless at some point, it's like she is a powerful magnet and my eyes are stuck in her magnetic pull.
"I have to go talk to her…" I mutter as she…the Daemonfuere Ariel disappeared behind the main stage.
Monroe groans, "This isn't going to end in me seeing you naked or banned from here is it? Because if it is, I'd rather you not." I laugh at Monroe and get up from my seat while turning to look at him and wiggling my eyebrows.
"That's not funny." Monroe says though he also starts laughing, I start to laugh as well but an explosive yawn leaves me.
A bouncer stops me, "No one gets backstage."
"Listen, I work for the Portland City Police Department, and this pertains to Miss Eberhart's father, his medical condition and his status as a missing persons."
"I uhh, hold on, I'll go check with her if she'll see you." The bouncer grumbles and walks off through the curtained off doorway, he returns within thirty seconds and pulls the curtain open for me.
"All the way back on the left…be respectful unless you want your face caved in." The bouncer warns, and I nearly chuckle.
I walk into the back and pause in front of the door, my heart pounding in my chest, raising my right hand. I go to knock but the door opens on its own. Okay not on its own as Ariel opens it and reveals herself in all her naked glory.
"So are you going to come inside or stand out here all night making me expose myself?" I can tell that she doesn't care about exposing her body hell with a body like her's she shouldn't.
"Ri-right." I hate that I stutter but walk inside of her changing room a small smirk on her face as I do so.
And then I'm being tackled onto the floor, my back being straddled by Ariel, my arm being wedged painfully behind my back.
"There is no missing person's report on my father! Tell me why you're really here or get turned into an extra crispy barbeque." She snarls and it's wrong that her animalistic snarl is a turn on.
"I-I can help your father…heal his mind and his body so you can have him back." I groan wishing now that I didn't make and drink that nullifying potion on the way here.
"How can you help him? How do you even know about him?"
"I'm…I'm an alchemist." Ariel screams in the back of her throat and scrambles away from me, while misting the room with her fat spray.
"W-wait, I don't want to hurt you! I just want to help! I-I had a dream I saw how sickly and injured your father is…I just want to help!"
"W-why?"
"Because I like helping people…my best friend is a Blutbad." I shout at her, Ariel scrambles for a robe and wraps it around herself like an armor.
"Wh-why, why should I believe you? Your kind used to hunt and kill us to make your potions!"
"I-I, I'm sorry for what my ancestors did…but I'm not like them, I work for the Portland City Police department to help people. I'm not a bad guy."
Ariel is still standoffish as I roll over onto my back. I put my arms above my head, but remain still after that.
"You-you really think that you can help my dad?" She asks me softly and I nod yes.
"O-okay…meet me here tomorrow at noon. Please-please leave." Her voice trembles and I slowly get to my feet, keeping my arms in a disarming position while trying to appear as harmless as possible but it is kind of hard because I tower over Ariel and am well built.
"I really just want to help people Ariel...I don't want to hurt anyone." I say to her softly as I leave her dressing room.
'Nick she practically tries to fuck when she finds out he's a Grimm but she's absolutely terrified by me...were the Alchemists really that bad?' I wonder and think back to how Monroe acted while repairing the clock.